In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.

Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?

Do you girls have hope chests?' Lloyd asked. We certainly do.' I don't,' said Betsy. 'My husband and I are going to use paper plates and napkins.' Poor Joe!' Lucky Larry!

We'll just have to find more flowers in the spring. That's when they bloom, tra la.

The most important part of religion isn't in any church. It's down in your own heart. Religion is in your thoughts, and in the way you act from day to day, in the way you treat other people. It's honesty, and unselfishness, and kindness. Especially kindness.

She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.